For More Than Glory

Emiricol

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The party has just boarded a ship bound from the only port city in Lorlynia to a point along the coast just south of a beseiged Elf city.
 

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Adventure Recap: The journey was uneventful, and the ship offloaded in a hidden cove. Valdir, an Elf, talked to some of the men taking supplies through the tree highway - though they were unable to take the party with them, they did give directions to follow a stream flowing into the cove, in order to locate the druid Lalyn. Apparently, his animal spies and he could provide the party with guidance or intelligence on the Orc's disposition.

The other Elf also let the party know that the tribe of orcs infiltrating the border region in this area wore the symbol of a red hammer, and were known to be able scouts and ambushers.

Along the way, the party encountered two Large spiders, and after a short and tough battle, both spiders were slain. In their nest was discovered hundreds of copper coins and a few of gold, amid the skeletons of a couple of elves. Fleck the alchemist took two vials of large spider venom.

This then is where the party left off...
 

Valdir thanks Fleck for the use of a couple of his spare vials and ensures the tops are stoppered well before tucking the spider poison safely away in his belt.

After looking around at the damage caused by the two spiders, Valdir ponders out loud, "Well, should we stop here for now and recover our healing spells or continue on to the Druid's grove?"
 
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"I think we should move on. Obviously the forest is not safe, and the druid grove will have protections against monsters like these." He indicates the crumpled spider corpses. Under his breath, he adds, "I hope." Louder, "Besides, the further we get, the sooner we get there."
 


RECAP: The party travels upstream to find Lalyn. The only encounter they had was a close one - a great brown bear drinking from the stream. The party tried to go around, but Fleck's wagon just was NOT cooperating, and the bear charged the party, stopping a mere 20' away to rise up and bellow its challenge.

Fortunately, the group is a bit heavy with woodsie types, and was able to empathize with the animal to the point where it just went back to the stream, indifferent to their presence.

That afternoon they encountered Lalyn, and after a tense moment initially, were able to join him in his camp. He refused to allow them to discuss their business that night, however, preferring instead to feed them and ply them with helpful teas, good ale, and a good night's sleep. He also treated them to some imported oatmeal and also eggs, the next morning, and after a good breakfast they began their real conversation.

The elf could not confirm the rumors of newly discovered high magics from a hidden city in Lorlynia, but did confirm that many of the dead are rising again, and other undead wierdness, occurring in the Elf city of Idenynia and its surrounding territories.

Lalyn and the party eventually agreed to work together to escalate the raider warfare going on all around Idenynia. The Druid's animal spies would enable him to pinpoint orc units of a size the party could handle, and he could provide them a relatively safe base of operations. Thus the party awaits the next round of reports before setting out...
 

While Lalyn's scouts work, Fleck does what he can to help, but hs stature and skills are not very well cut out to be useful in a druid grove. Instead, he tends to his cart, and keeps to his book, but his thoughts are clearly far away.

"Valdir... when did Lalyn say he'd have word back?"
 

Valdir shrugs, "I don't recall if he said 'when'. I think we might just have to wait until the right opportunity presents itself and this opportunity is communicated to Lalyn." Valdir seems to be lost in thought for a few seconds as he sips more of the herbal tea. "Perhaps Lalyn can find you a war dog or pony that may be more suitable for what we are going to be doing soon. Your cart may be a hindrance." Again he pauses, then grins widely, "Or better yet, maybe a giant squirrel so you can take the high road with me." Laughing, Valdir slaps Fleck on the back lightly.
 
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Fleck flinches away from Valdir's touch, and shudders. "I don't ride. But you're right, the cart would do more harm than good. I'll have to walk... but I have ways of being faster than you'd expect, when I have to." He pages through his book, finds a certain page, and nods.

"Besides, I don't imagine a giant squirrel would appreciate being dragged from its hunt for giant acorns." He laughs, but breaks off half way, a new thought occurring to him, and he jumps up to find Lalyn and inquire after purchasing or acquiring the specific herbs for a familiar binding ritual.
 

Lalyn says, "The herbs you want are readily available for trade or finding. Among the Elves, they are prized and cultivated."
 

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